TRAPPED WITHIN BURNING MACHINERY: Filthy Sludge/Doom from California

It holds my throat in its hands. Longing to baptize me in its filth. My veins pumped full of angelic drugs. They drool in perversion as I sway in a nauseous haze. I am lost in plastic dreams, entranced by oil streams. Carcinogenic pornography. I awaken with filling lungs. My head held firmly beneath the waves. My body flails in an endless sea. May these convulsions create ripples and may these ripples carry my despair for my screams will go unnoticed amongst these pulsating machines.

credits from The Putrid Stench of Decaying Self